1 October 2020 | mossgrymk
10 to 11
Why stick with an almost two hour film about a stubborn, ungrateful, elderly hoarder with OCD tendencies? Is it because I too have exhibited such behavior from time to time (with emphasis on the word "time")? Or is it because director Pelin Esmer invests this potentially repellent character with such a beguiling aura of pity and sympathy, with various denizens of his Istanbul neighborhood trying to ameliorate his lonely, imperiled existence, that you cannot help but hope for at least a bittersweet ending, a hope that is more than fulfilled.
Don't know anything about this fine director but certainly hope to see more of her work.
Give it an A minus. Why not an A? Well, at times this film's pace, like its protagonist, is a bit doddering.